IN sunlight slept the gilded cliff,
The ocean beat below,
The gray gulls flapped along the wave,
The seas broke, huge and slow.
The drenched rocks rose like buffaloes,
With matted sea-weed manes;
Each shaggy hide shook off the tide
In dripping crystal rains.
Up rose Monk Rock’s bald scalp and locks:
The heavy, drown
(John Townsend Trowbridge)
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